Song | The Will To Give |
Artist | Woods of Ypres |
Album | Pursuit Of The Sun & Allure Of The Earth |
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I had built up all of my hopes and all of my plans | |
Only to have them stand and cast shadows of humiliation | |
Days would pass shadows would remain | |
A reminder of all of my dreams | |
I had to live humbled with | |
The disappointment of what never came to be | |
I vow from this day forward | |
My grieving will be brief | |
That I will continue to give to this world | |
Knowing I may never receive | |
I had come so far | |
Before being stripped and sent back to the start | |
It felt as though the air was tearing me apart | |
A hybrid of seasons had come | |
It swept across the land | |
It spared the lives of everyone else | |
While it destroyed everything | |
I had done | |
The frost came in the night | |
My progress immortalized | |
All that I had left undone | |
Would be forever, frozen in time | |
I became known for this curse | |
It happened throughout my life | |
It needed to continue to occur | |
In order to keep my legacy alive | |
Before I know my time had arrived | |
It was already gone | |
Cursing the cold winds of change | |
My moment of peace was just the eye of the storm | |
The will to live is easy | |
You can exist without a care | |
The will to die shows it meant so much | |
That you couldn’t have it - and you couldn’t go on living without it | |
The will to give makes the best of nothing | |
It is a philosophy | |
That states you will continue to give to this world | |
Knowing you may never receive. | |
Satisfaction will come and in time it will leave us unsatisfied | |
As uncertainty returns | |
Bringing back the excitement to our lives | |
We can only enjoy so much stimulation | |
Before we stop responding and become despondent again. | |
I had built up all of my hopes and all of my plans | |
Only to have them stand and cast shadows of humiliation | |
Days would pass shadows would remain | |
A reminder of all of my dreams | |
I had to live humbled with | |
The disappointment of what never came to be | |
Those shadows still remain as landmarks of failed attempts | |
In their shade | |
I work away at building a tower of character | |
One day it will be revealed and it will stand for man years | |
Casting a shadow of its own and striking fear in hearts - as will | |
I It is the discomfort that sets us apart | |
That wakes us up, that puts us to sleep | |
It is our pathetic moments | |
Which make us desire to be great | |
It is the starving itself | |
That makes us hungry to want more | |
Over time as you learn to fall | |
You’ll rise to your feet faster than the time before | |
Satisfaction is a peak on the verge of decline | |
It will be over in the blink of an eye | |
Take your time to feel every moment | |
A gradual climb will let you enjoy it | |
For your life is measured | |
By the degree of dynamic from your life to your death | |
The wait is long and the wait goes on | |
But it is better to travel hopefully than to arrive | |
Through the crests and troughs | |
I will have seen both sides | |
By the Pursuit of the | |
Sun and the | |
Allure of the | |
Earth I will have earned and spent my life | |
The will to give | |
There is no destination | |
There is only the journey |
I had built up all of my hopes and all of my plans | |
Only to have them stand and cast shadows of humiliation | |
Days would pass shadows would remain | |
A reminder of all of my dreams | |
I had to live humbled with | |
The disappointment of what never came to be | |
I vow from this day forward | |
My grieving will be brief | |
That I will continue to give to this world | |
Knowing I may never receive | |
I had come so far | |
Before being stripped and sent back to the start | |
It felt as though the air was tearing me apart | |
A hybrid of seasons had come | |
It swept across the land | |
It spared the lives of everyone else | |
While it destroyed everything | |
I had done | |
The frost came in the night | |
My progress immortalized | |
All that I had left undone | |
Would be forever, frozen in time | |
I became known for this curse | |
It happened throughout my life | |
It needed to continue to occur | |
In order to keep my legacy alive | |
Before I know my time had arrived | |
It was already gone | |
Cursing the cold winds of change | |
My moment of peace was just the eye of the storm | |
The will to live is easy | |
You can exist without a care | |
The will to die shows it meant so much | |
That you couldn' t have it and you couldn' t go on living without it | |
The will to give makes the best of nothing | |
It is a philosophy | |
That states you will continue to give to this world | |
Knowing you may never receive. | |
Satisfaction will come and in time it will leave us unsatisfied | |
As uncertainty returns | |
Bringing back the excitement to our lives | |
We can only enjoy so much stimulation | |
Before we stop responding and become despondent again. | |
I had built up all of my hopes and all of my plans | |
Only to have them stand and cast shadows of humiliation | |
Days would pass shadows would remain | |
A reminder of all of my dreams | |
I had to live humbled with | |
The disappointment of what never came to be | |
Those shadows still remain as landmarks of failed attempts | |
In their shade | |
I work away at building a tower of character | |
One day it will be revealed and it will stand for man years | |
Casting a shadow of its own and striking fear in hearts as will | |
I It is the discomfort that sets us apart | |
That wakes us up, that puts us to sleep | |
It is our pathetic moments | |
Which make us desire to be great | |
It is the starving itself | |
That makes us hungry to want more | |
Over time as you learn to fall | |
You' ll rise to your feet faster than the time before | |
Satisfaction is a peak on the verge of decline | |
It will be over in the blink of an eye | |
Take your time to feel every moment | |
A gradual climb will let you enjoy it | |
For your life is measured | |
By the degree of dynamic from your life to your death | |
The wait is long and the wait goes on | |
But it is better to travel hopefully than to arrive | |
Through the crests and troughs | |
I will have seen both sides | |
By the Pursuit of the | |
Sun and the | |
Allure of the | |
Earth I will have earned and spent my life | |
The will to give | |
There is no destination | |
There is only the journey |
I had built up all of my hopes and all of my plans | |
Only to have them stand and cast shadows of humiliation | |
Days would pass shadows would remain | |
A reminder of all of my dreams | |
I had to live humbled with | |
The disappointment of what never came to be | |
I vow from this day forward | |
My grieving will be brief | |
That I will continue to give to this world | |
Knowing I may never receive | |
I had come so far | |
Before being stripped and sent back to the start | |
It felt as though the air was tearing me apart | |
A hybrid of seasons had come | |
It swept across the land | |
It spared the lives of everyone else | |
While it destroyed everything | |
I had done | |
The frost came in the night | |
My progress immortalized | |
All that I had left undone | |
Would be forever, frozen in time | |
I became known for this curse | |
It happened throughout my life | |
It needed to continue to occur | |
In order to keep my legacy alive | |
Before I know my time had arrived | |
It was already gone | |
Cursing the cold winds of change | |
My moment of peace was just the eye of the storm | |
The will to live is easy | |
You can exist without a care | |
The will to die shows it meant so much | |
That you couldn' t have it and you couldn' t go on living without it | |
The will to give makes the best of nothing | |
It is a philosophy | |
That states you will continue to give to this world | |
Knowing you may never receive. | |
Satisfaction will come and in time it will leave us unsatisfied | |
As uncertainty returns | |
Bringing back the excitement to our lives | |
We can only enjoy so much stimulation | |
Before we stop responding and become despondent again. | |
I had built up all of my hopes and all of my plans | |
Only to have them stand and cast shadows of humiliation | |
Days would pass shadows would remain | |
A reminder of all of my dreams | |
I had to live humbled with | |
The disappointment of what never came to be | |
Those shadows still remain as landmarks of failed attempts | |
In their shade | |
I work away at building a tower of character | |
One day it will be revealed and it will stand for man years | |
Casting a shadow of its own and striking fear in hearts as will | |
I It is the discomfort that sets us apart | |
That wakes us up, that puts us to sleep | |
It is our pathetic moments | |
Which make us desire to be great | |
It is the starving itself | |
That makes us hungry to want more | |
Over time as you learn to fall | |
You' ll rise to your feet faster than the time before | |
Satisfaction is a peak on the verge of decline | |
It will be over in the blink of an eye | |
Take your time to feel every moment | |
A gradual climb will let you enjoy it | |
For your life is measured | |
By the degree of dynamic from your life to your death | |
The wait is long and the wait goes on | |
But it is better to travel hopefully than to arrive | |
Through the crests and troughs | |
I will have seen both sides | |
By the Pursuit of the | |
Sun and the | |
Allure of the | |
Earth I will have earned and spent my life | |
The will to give | |
There is no destination | |
There is only the journey |